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She
heard
some
steps
on
the
stairs
.
It
was
Leon
.
She
got
up
and
took
from
the
chest
of
drawers
the
first
pile
of
dusters
to
be
hemmed
.
When
he
came
in
she
seemed
very
busy
.
The
conversation
languished
;
Madame
Bovary
gave
it
up
every
few
minutes
,
whilst
he
himself
seemed
quite
embarrassed
.
Seated
on
a
low
chair
near
the
fire
,
he
turned
round
in
his
fingers
the
ivory
thimble-case
.
She
stitched
on
,
or
from
time
to
time
turned
down
the
hem
of
the
cloth
with
her
nail
.
She
did
not
speak
;
he
was
silent
,
captivated
by
her
silence
,
as
he
would
have
been
by
her
speech
.
"
Poor
fellow
!
"
she
thought
.
"
How
have
I
displeased
her
?
"
he
asked
himself
.
At
last
,
however
,
Leon
said
that
he
should
have
,
one
of
these
days
,
to
go
to
Rouen
on
some
office
business
.
"
Your
music
subscription
is
out
;
am
I
to
renew
it
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
replied
.
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
--
"
And
pursing
her
lips
she
slowly
drew
a
long
stitch
of
grey
thread
.
